Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Eritrea and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Blackbyrds to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Alison Limerick,
Rites of Spring,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ronnie Foster,
Jesper Dahlback,
Byron Stingily,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gang of Four,
Saccharine Trust,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Gun Club,
Rotary Connection,
Clear Light,
Flipper,
Sight & Sound,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Spandau Ballet,
Gang Starr,
The Mojo Men,
Black Bananas,
Amazonics,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Wings,
Radiopuhelimet,
Wire,
Jerry's Kids,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kaleidoscope,
Sun City Girls,
June of 44,
Ten City,
the Bar-Kays,
The Selecter,
Tommy Roe,
Moby Grape,
The Buckinghams,
The Angels of Light,
Lee Hazlewood,
D'Angelo,
CMW,
Big Daddy Kane,
Godley & Creme,
Babytalk,
Jandek,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pantytec,
Pierre Henry,
Pere Ubu,
Rosa Yemen,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
H. Thieme,
Kool Moe Dee,
New Order,
Donald Byrd,
The Beau Brummels,
Barbara Tucker,
The Techniques,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.